Holy CobrasKeep Your Hands Off My Stuff

The second release from cassette-only label Telephone Explosion, Keep Your Hands Off My Stuff sounds pretty perfect coming from tiny, shitty spools of analog tape. Hailing from our nations capitol and playing fuzz-drenched garage punk that makes models like Julian Casablancas quake in their Cons, Holy Cobras kind of sound like White Light/White Heat-era Velvet Underground playing twice as fast and without any of John Cales avant-garde deviations. Songs like "Stormy Weather offer some blues flavour before kicking back into pure rocknroll territory, while "Sun Inside is pretty much the Stooges with a keyboard, which is awesome.
(Telephone Explosion)